Lyrics

1. O God Beyond All Praising

O God Beyond All praising we worship you todayAnd sing the love amazing that songs cannot repayFor we can only wonder at every gift you send​At blessings without number and mercies without endWe lift our hears before you and wait upon your wordWe honor and adore you our great and mighty Lord.

​Then hear O Gracious savior accept the Love we bringThat we who know your favor may serve you as our kingAnd whether our tomorrows be filled with good or illWe'll triumph through our sorrows and rise to bless you stillTo marvel at your beauty and glory in your waysAnd make a joyful duty our sacrifice of praise.

2. Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heartNaught be all else to me, save that Thou artThou my best Thought, by day or by nightWaking or sleeping, Thy presence my light

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true WordI ever with Thee and Thou with me, LordThou my great Father, and I Thy true sonThou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one

4. In Christ Alone

In Christ alone my hope is found;He is my light, my strength, my song;This cornerstone, this solid ground,Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.What heights of love, what depths of peace,When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!My comforter, my all in all--Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,Fullness of God in helpless babe!This gift of love and righteousness,Scorned by the ones He came to save.Till on that cross as Jesus died,The wrath of God was satisfied;For ev’ry sin on Him was laid--Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,Light of the world by darkness slain;Then bursting forth in glorious day,Up from the grave He rose again!And as He stands in victory,Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;For I am His and He is mine--Bought with the precious blood of Christ.​No guilt in life, no fear in death--This is the pow’r of Christ in me;From life’s first cry to final breath,Jesus commands my destiny.No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,Can ever pluck me from His hand;Till He returns or calls me home--Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.

The peace of Christ was seen by all who knew you,Your only goal to do God's holy will.The saints and angels all came forth to help, too;You persevere your mission to fulfill.

Padre Pio, your children love you,Padre Pio, your children love you.Padre Pio, your children need youTo pray to God for us dear Padre Pio.​The gift of God to all of us is givenBy your example of a victim's soul.You will not rest 'til we are joined in heaven,We will not rest for sainthood is our goal.

8. How Deep The Father's Love For Us

How deep the Father’s love for us,How vast beyond all measure,That He should give His only SonTo make a wretch His treasure.How great the pain of searing loss -The Father turns His face away,As wounds which mar the Chosen OneBring many sons to glory.

Behold the man upon a cross,My sin upon His shoulders;Ashamed, I hear my mocking voiceCall out among the scoffers.It was my sin that held Him thereUntil it was accomplished;His dying breath has brought me life -I know that it is finished.

​I will not boast in anything,No gifts, no power, no wisdom;But I will boast in Jesus Christ,His death and resurrection.Why should I gain from His reward?I cannot give an answer;But this I know with all my heart -His wounds have paid my ransom.

Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three we name theeWhile in escence only one, undivided God we claim theeAnd adoring bend the knee while we own the mysteryAnd adoring bend the knee while we own the mystery

10. How Can I Keep From Singing

My life flows on in endless song;above earth’s lamentation,I hear the real, though far-off hymnthat hails a new creation.

No storm can shake my inmost calmwhile to that Rock I’m clinging.Since love is Lord of heaven and earth,how can I keep from singing?

Through all the tumult and the strife,I hear that music ringing.It sounds and echoes in my soul.How can I keep from singing?

What though the tempest 'round me roar?I hear the truth it liveth.What though the darkness round me close?Songs in the night it giveth.

When tyrants tremble sick with fearand hear their death knells ringing;​When friends rejoice both far and nearHow can I keep from singing?

​The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,a fountain ever springing!All things are mine since I am his!How can I keep from singing?